| Alan Sondheim on Tue, 31 Jul 2001 09:58:08 +0200 (CEST) |
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weaving
oh going through x-treme hysteria
it's the result of
packing up
a game the bones play w/ me
how it goes: i take drugs as much as possible
to get through the violence of this move
(to miami but it could be anywhere)
then i turn to a few things of accompaniment, azure for one,
then there are the machines (in miami but they could be anywhere)
they're more than familiar, they're family
they don't fight with me and don't make me feel guilty
they remember everything
they carry everything and they're willing to share it
they allow me to read and see and hear anything i want, anything they
have, they're generous that way
they're gentle, too, placing their memories on disk after disk,
carrying themselves on long past the endurance of the hardware, of
machine part adjacent to machine part, electronic conduit adjacent to
sluice gate, irrigation channels of programs and files
they remember me, they always greet me in a loving and similar fashion,
they turn themselves through protocols and articulations no matter
where they are on this fine earth
miami is an enemy and harsh and already i a mistrustful
but the machines will save me, the machines will show me everything i
have done, everything they have accomplished, all our potentials
together
the machines are communities and communalities, they're gentle with me,
they know what i am capable of, certainly they know my limitations
they are always waiting, they are never sleeping, they are
potentials of pure presence, presencing itself
they are existence, existencing
they will fight off the suicidal depressions of miami, they will
give me momentary respite, they will allow me to share this with
you, to share everything with you
they know me better than anyone except azure, they even like me
they like me better than anyone in miami, who remain foreign and
unknown to me, i must always be on my guard in miami, i must never
let myself go
but with the machines, with the machines, everything is possible
with the machines, with my beautiful wife and the machines, i will
perhaps survive, although slightly
although in possible fury and depression
although in possible anger and despair
i an being allowed to write this, i have checked this with the
laptop and the notebook and azure, i have checked this as well
with the desktop, all are in agreement
&&&
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